strangeralmanac (I know you changed your username but I don't remember the new one, sorry!), thank you for telling me how fabulous Ryan Adams was live in your application, if you remember our conversation. Because you said he was so good in August, I went tonight, even after my sore experience of the last show I went to, and it was AMAZING. He played for 2 hours and was so happy and made jokes and was laughing and engaging with the audience so wonderfully. It made me really happy and totally renewed my love for him. So thank you for encouraging me to go!
I know a lot of you are writers or big lit enthusiasts, so I would appreciate your feedback. I've been reading an awful lot lately, since my boyfriend and any other form of social life have been notably absent from my summer. Last night I started reading 'The Unbearable Lightness of Being' by Milan Kundera, and at the same time I realised that the Bright Eyes song 'Tereza and Tomas' was, in fact, inspired by the book. So listening to the song and reading the book drove me to take a few minutes to come up with something of my own. I gave myself 10 or so minutes, and the result is ( Collapse )
What do you think? Please be honest, I do love getting feedback on the things I write and I feel people aren't honest enough with criticising work. Constructive criticism is my favourite. Even if you haven't read the book, how does this reside with you?
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she likes to play with yarn balls and use kait's boyfriend, haydn, as a pillow. :)
remind me to breathe in & out...
because for the next two weeks, i am an intern at
I SERIOUSLY CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT.
i emailed the editor, simon wooldridge, about a week ago asking for work experience - i emailed a bunch of other magazines, too. never did i even DREAM that he would reply and say yes...but he did. i went in to meet him yesterday, and we talked about music, and signed off my insurance papers, and it's done.
i start tomorrow, 10am.
i can't believe it. this has been my dream since i was like 12 years old, and i have a huge stack of rolling stone issues in a pile on my book shelf. i don't subscribe any more, but i used to wait so eagerly for the day it came in the mail, tear it open and read it cover to cover, savouring every last word. and i told myself, this is what i'm going to do with my life. every last second i spent reading that magazine made the dream grow bigger and bigger and bigger...
and now here i am.
i can't believe this.